As we set about cleaning up the remains of the couch, there was a knock on the door, both of us stopped.

  The door to our house had a small window whose glass was purposefully crazed to prevent people from peeping. Through that window, I could see two small glowing white orbs set above a black void like a wide, grinning mouth full of jagged, sharp teeth. Now, the glass was crazed, so to be visible like this, its face would probably have to be pressed against the door.

  Love immediately grabbed one of her shotguns out of her bag, and I grabbed one of my swords.

  The knocks came again, followed by ragged snickers.

  As I approached the door, I jumped as a bloody hand smacked the glass, leaving a dark red smear across the glass; this was followed by a scraping, grinding voice, like chalk on a chalkboard, "Silly-silly, Killy-Killy."

  I quietly motion to Love, //up the stairs//

  She nods and heads that way, then as I look back, I see the figure is gone; looking to my left, I see him, but this time in the dull light of the static spewing TV, his bleach white face was the first thing I noticed, wide, unblinking dry eyes with white irises set against a black sclera, no nose, just a slight rise in the middle of his face with no nostrils, ragged black hair with a wide, lip less, literal ear to ear grin full of jagged, sharklike teeth. About his shoulders sat a cloak made up of people's faces like in the drawing in Charley's book, the skin sewn together with what looked like twine against a sort of black fabric, the faces fixed in various expressions, and their eye holes fixed with realistic-looking eyeballs. Under this cloak was a white shirt soaked through with blood, a bloody leather satchel, a pair of jeans, and his bare feet, which showed me that this creature was bleach white all down his body. In his bloody right hand sat a dripping single-edged straight sword without a tip.

  "Demonhead," I spoke it as I remembered the name Charley had given his nightmare creature, something he was sure didn't really exist.

  "No fucking way..."

  He giggled and swayed where he stood, his head passing through the window barrier, the rest of his body following, flowing like water until it remade itself inside the house. "Way." He giggled, gnashing his teeth and shaking his head. "Silly-silly interloper, no help for you, Killy-Killy, your friends." He tried to take a forward step but looked back as he jerked. On the other side of the window, his sword was stuck.

  He grunted and tugged; the sword broke the glass of the window as he tugged it through.

  With this, Demonhead held up a section of his cloak. On it, under his directing hand, was a face with a hole in the forehead, the eyes looking directly at me. "Recognize the face?" I took a second to consider it, only for Demonhead's arm to flash up faster than I could see!

  A second later, there was a burning pain in my chest; his sword had carved a slice out of my dress shirt, blood spattering over the creature's face, absorbing into his skin as I jumped backward!

  Demonhead licked his lips, "Silly-silly..."

  I rushed forward only for him to do that weird fluid movement out of the way, his cloak screaming in a thousand voices as I parried a blow from his sword, which he swung mid-shift!

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  "Killy-ki-GHCK!" He was silenced as Edge's glue gun fired once and completely covered his face, cutting off his air supply.

  "DIE!!" Love yelled as she body-slammed Demonhead back out the window, taking a bit of the frame with it!

  Sigma all rushed to the window as Demonhead's body went into phase mode again, rotating off the ground, leaving the glue glob on the ground. His shark mouth opened wide in a manic laugh, "More friends!"

  Wolf took this opportunity to blast him with the silver oxide shells from her under-barrel shotgun, and Love also blasted him with her own shotgun, which Wolf had handed to her! It wasn't long before both Edge and I began to shoot as well, driving the creature away!

  A stiff wind came by, and Demonhead twirled on the spot in our sideyard, but he didn't flow like he had before. The Riven bullets were forcing him to stay solid, and with little recourse, he rushed down the street and out into the night!

  We didn't laugh, we didn't cheer. The Shadowyn knew where we lived now; we'd been attacked, and Sharp was nowhere in sight.

  I stayed up all night, pacing. I had sent the others to bed, but I made sure to watch the front door as the night progressed. Demonhead would come back, or maybe something worse. It didn't matter; I'd be ready.

  It was around 11:00 that I smelled something.

  It was like what happened after I ate the dragon meat back at Pietra Nonia; I smelled blood, monster blood.

  Knowing what that scent meant, I began to salivate, and that same primal urge took over.

  I went out the broken window and into the lawn, where I found a puddle of drying pale blood and a chunk of bleach-white flesh, smelling strongly of silver and gunpowder.

  Without thinking, I immediately stuffed it into my mouth and swallowed it. The effect was instantaneous. I felt a cold grip my chest as a manic laugh filled my head.

  "Silly-Silly Agent Green!" The voice sounded Triumphant as if it had wanted to know my name and was only now privy to the information.

  Then, that same voice spoke in a panicked gasp of fear, "Killy-Killy Beast Eater!? " The voice screamed and faded away.

  Suddenly, I felt not so lucid, as if my body weren't made of flesh but of dust; I felt the wind pick up and pick me up. Suddenly, I was being whisked away by the wind like a dry leaf, soaring towards the heavens. I laughed as I looked down and saw I was now higher up than the house as the wind whipped me around!

  That was when Green's voice rang in my head: "Huh? WHA!? How did we get up here?"

  As he asked, another gust of wind carried me back toward the ground; I slowly regained my solid structure and landed on my feet.

  "It took you long enough to get back," I grumbled, having been worried about his continued existence. Hey, how about you tell me what's been going on?"

  I sigh and allow him to peruse my memories of the events proceeding his apparent incarceration by MAL.

  "Are you fucking serious?"

  I chuckle, "Yeah, it's been a minute."

  Green knocked our head into a tree, "Fucking right it has; the fuck did she do to me? And this...Demonhead...gave you what power now?"

  I look at my left hand and think of passing through the tree, I thrust my hand forward, and I pass through it like nothing, but then I pull it back, the skin, muscle, and bone flowing through the air like water only to reform into my left hand, "Some sort of weird intangibility..."

  Green chuckled, "You know what this means?" My right hand hardens with scales and turns once more into a dragon claw, swiftly turning back into a normal hand after flexing, "We need to eat more monsters." I say with a nod.

  Morning came, and everyone milled downstairs to see me sitting on the living room floor.

  "Green? You ok?" Asked Love as she approached me.

  I stood up and turned to face them. "I'm fine. Do you remember the Dragon?"

  Wolf nodded, and Edge rolled his eyes, "How could we forget?"

  Without another word, I discorporated, using the ceiling fan's momentum, I swirled upwards before re-solidifying my foot, floating back down and landing behind them, my sword in its scabbard falling over in the living room, "I found a piece of that guy Demonhead...I ate it and now I can do that."

  Everyone looked terrified at me, "Guys, it's still me...I just have an extra power."

  Wolf sniffed me, "You smell different too...like...something wearing Green's skin...you didn't smell this different when you ate the dragon."

  I sniff myself and cringe, I smelled like bleach, "Eugh...you're right, that's gross....I need a shower."

  And so, I went upstairs to bathe.

  Nobody joined me.